So cool! Grab the scumbag's inheritance and become his aunt

"Can't we ask the police to help find his whereabouts?" The Song family's ancestors have made great contributions and have extensive connections in the military, political and business circles, so finding someone should not be a problem.

"It's not that easy." Mu Tingyun said, "Although Divine Doctor Su Miao is the honorary dean of the National Medical Center, he has never shown up once."

"He always contacted the Chinese Medical Center unilaterally in the form of anonymous letters."

"Eight years ago, the National Medical Center had the idea of looking for Dr. Su Miao. After Dr. Su Miao knew about this, he wrote a letter to threaten the National Medical Center, saying that he would retire and would no longer write to the National Medical Center."

"The people at the Chinese Medical Clinic were so scared that they never dared to do anything rash again."

After learning about this past, Shen He also realized how difficult it would be to find the miracle doctor Su Miao.

She looked at Song Jingcheng who remained silent.

In his previous life, Song Jingcheng died seven months later, which means that he was unable to find the miracle doctor Su Miao until his death.

Then this life would probably be in vain.

Mu Tingyun's cell phone suddenly rang. He took a look and saw that it was a call from his father Mu Xiao.

"Uncle, Shen He, you guys eat first. I'm going to go out and answer a call." Mu Tingyun took the phone and went to the backyard, hiding far away.

Although they were far away, Shen He still heard Mu Tingyun calling him "Dad".

"Heh." A low hum suddenly came from the main seat.

Shen He looked over in surprise, and seeing the undisguised sneer on Song Jingcheng's face, she realized how bad the relationship between Song Jingcheng and Mu Xiao was.

The atmosphere became increasingly silent.

In the huge restaurant, only Shen He and Song Jingcheng were left.

Shen He sat in the middle of the dining table. Opposite her was Mu Tingyun's seat. The two of them were more than one meter away from Song Jingcheng.

The current situation was very familiar, and Shen He couldn't help but think of the scene when he had dinner with Song Jingcheng alone a few days ago.

Shen He suddenly heard Song Jingcheng ask her: "Is the food not to your liking?"

The dishes on the table were all light, suiting the tastes of Mu Tingyun and Song Jingcheng.

Rich families pay attention to the original flavor of their meals, with low oil and salt content.

But Shen He grew up in the countryside and ate spicy and strong-flavored food, so she really didn't like tonight's dinner.

But it is not unacceptable.

Shen He picked up an asparagus and tasted it. It was very crisp and tender. She said, "It tastes good."

After saying this, she realized that Song Jingcheng was a patient with no appetite.

She looked at Song Jingcheng apologetically, but saw Song Jingcheng picked up the serving chopsticks, picked up an asparagus, put it in his mouth and tasted it.

After chewing a few times and swallowing it expressionlessly, Song Jingcheng commented, "It's very average."

Shen He was surprised by Song Jingcheng's behavior.

With some shameful thoughts in mind, Shen He picked up another piece of stir-fried matsutake mushroom and ate it, praising: "This is very delicious."

Hearing this, Song Jingcheng also took a piece and tasted it. He said, "Just barely."

After a brief pause, Song Jingcheng said, "...not as good as the one you sent last time."

Shen He quickly tasted other dishes. Regardless of whether they tasted good or not, she deliberately pretended that they were delicious.

Following her lead, Song Jingcheng also tasted a few bites.

He picked up his chopsticks more times tonight than in the morning and at noon combined.

Two minutes later, Song Jingcheng put down his chopsticks.

Leaning against the back of the chair, he looked at Shen He, "Okay, Shen He, I'm not a child, you don't need to coax me."

It turned out that he knew he was coaxing him.

Looking at the table full of delicious dishes, Song Jingcheng said: "My taste buds are declining and I can't taste anything."

Shen He suddenly felt uncomfortable.

Thinking of something, Shen He quickly got up and walked to the living room, opened his tote bag, and took out a cloth bag from it.

Shen He returned to the restaurant and handed the cloth bag to Song Jingcheng with both hands.

"What is it?" Song Jingcheng looked at the cloth bag but did not reach out to take it.

"My grandmother used to be a village doctor. She learned medicine from my great-grandfather since she was a child and knows a little about medicine. There is a deep forest behind my house, and my grandmother can always find medicinal herbs in the mountains."

"Grandma heard about you and prepared this fragrance for you."

Shen He handed the cloth bag to Song Jingcheng and said sincerely, "Uncle, you can give it a try. If it works, that's great. If not, just keep using your own."

Song Jingcheng never accepts medicines of unknown origin.

Who knows if it's an antidote or a poison?

But when he met Shen He's smiling eyes and saw the genuine concern in them, Song Jingcheng moved his fingers and reached out to hook the rope of the cloth bag.

He leaned in closer and sniffed it, and an indescribable medicinal fragrance emanated from it.

"Thank you."

He asked Makai to take the aromatherapy away.

"Oh, by the way, there's also a prescription in there. My grandma said that if it works, you can prepare it yourself according to the recipe on the prescription when you're done."

"it is good."

Ma Kai went upstairs carrying the aromatherapy. At this time, Mu Tingyun also came back after answering the phone.

He saw Shen He standing next to Song Jingcheng. The two were very close to each other. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "What are you doing?"

Shen He felt a little guilty. Before she could figure out how to explain, she heard Song Jingcheng say, "Shen He wants to go to the bathroom."

Mu Tingyun pointed in the direction of the corridor and said, "Go through the corridor behind the stairs."

Just as Shen He was about to go over, Song Jingcheng said, "The ladies' restroom is on the underground first floor. Go downstairs and turn left and you will see it."

Shen He paused slightly.

This villa is where Song Jingcheng recuperates, so there is no need to decorate the toilet according to gender.

The only lady living in this house is Aunt Qin, the cook.

In short, in the whole house, only Aunt Qin's bathroom has menstrual products for women.

How did Song Jingcheng know that she was having her period?

Shen He turned around and looked at Song Jingcheng with gratitude, then went to the basement floor.

When Shen He went to the basement floor, Mu Tingyun pulled out a chair and sat down, tentatively asking Song Jingcheng: "Uncle, are you dissatisfied with Shen He?"

Honestly speaking, Shen He is one in a million in terms of both appearance and ability.

Why does my uncle feel dissatisfied with Shen He?

"Does my uncle look down on Shen He's family?" Apart from this, Mu Tingyun could not think of any other possibility.

Hearing this, Song Jingcheng showed a confused look in his eyes. He asked Mu Tingyun: "How do you know that I am dissatisfied with her?"

Mu Tingyun said: "She is my girlfriend, a guest, but you let her go to the nanny's room to use the toilet. Isn't this obvious?"

Considering the importance of Shen He to Qin Yinong, Mu Tingyun told Song Jingcheng: "Uncle, Shen He is very important to me. I hope you can accept her."

Song Jingcheng's pupils darkened, "Do you want me to accept her?" His tone sounded strange.

Mu Tingyun didn't think much about it. He nodded and said, "Yes, if nothing unexpected happens, I will marry her. Uncle, even if you don't approve of Shen He, I hope you won't make things difficult for her."

"...I didn't make things difficult for her." Song Jingcheng's explanation was powerful, but Mu Tingyun thought that Song Jingcheng was unwilling to talk more about Shen He.

Song Jingcheng suddenly looked up at Mu Tingyun.

Staring at his nephew's face that looked very similar to Mu Xiao, Song Jingcheng said, "I still remember that eight years ago, when you brought that girl named Qin to my house for dinner, you also said something similar to me."

"But it's only been a few years and she's disappeared from your life."

When Mu Tingyun heard Qin Yinong's name from Song Jingcheng, his body tensed up.

"Tingyun."

Song Jingcheng stood up from his chair and was about to leave the restaurant.

Passing behind Mu Tingyun, Song Jingcheng gently patted Mu Tingyun's shoulder.

Feeling how stiff the shoulders were under his palms, Song Jingcheng said, "If you hear the same words a second time, they won't be credible."

Mu Tingyun slowly raised his head and met his uncle's gaze that saw through everything. He actually felt a sense of fear in his heart.

After leaving behind that ambiguous remark, Song Jingcheng went to the tea room, leaving Mu Tingyun alone with his wild thoughts.

What is my uncle's intention in mentioning Qin Yinong at this time?

Was he testing himself, or warning himself?

Did my uncle know about my plan with Qin Yinong?